TRAILMOMMA

This weekend was the Way Too Cool 50K training run. The distances offered were 8, 12, 20 and 23 miles. Unfortunately this was one of Pigeon’s working weekends so I was left to do the run myself. I wasn’t too worried as I knew that at least 500 people had signed up to do the event. My concern was however, that I had to do the miles and then get home in time to get to work at Gold Country Run & Sport for their grand opening and ribbon cutting event.

Luckily a group of runners that I know were starting the run before the organized run was scheduled to start which was a good thing because it meant avoiding 400 other runners starting at the same time.

I had to wake up early in order to get to Cool so that I could score a parking space in their very limited lot. When I got out of the car it was chilly enough that my teeth started chattering. I found some of my runners and promptly at 7:30 we set out following the orange ribbons along the trail.

My training schedule tells me that I should be doing roughly 20 miles and since my highest mileage to date has been only 16, doing 20 would probably have been a smarter choice. The group I was with however, was doing 23. In my head I figured “what’s 3 extra miles?! I could walk that if have to.” Well later on in the day, those 3 miles would prove to be the most challenging moments of my day.

The group I was with is a very strong group and super nice. I just fell in pace with some of the runners and chatted up and down the hills with them. Eventually we all sort of spaced out especially when we finally got to Quarry Road. While running someone told me that the run we were currently doing would be in effect, the last 23 miles of Way Too Cool. We missed the first 8 miles of the course which is different from when I did the course in 2010. The way they described those first 8 miles has me a little bit nervous. They sound super tough.

Quarry Road is just a large gravel fire road that has some rolling hills but is mostly flat. It runs alongside the river and for the most part is the most boring, tedious part of the course. Luckily during this stretch I was running side by side with some girls and we talked the whole way about family, kids and trying to find time to run.

A few of the girls stopped to walk but I was feeling good. I was using my new hydration pack, the Ultimate Direction Jenny Vesta. This was my second time using the vest and I think running with something for 20+ miles gives you a good idea of how the product holds up.

Prior to the Jenny Vesta I ran with Nathan Intensity Hydration Pack which is probably the most popular vest you will see out on the trails. The Nathan vest is a great vest for storage but I consider it bulky. It is a great inexpensive starting vest for those just getting into trail running. I still have my Nathan and will use it from time to time I am sure.

The Jenny Vesta however contains two small 10 ounce bottles that sit on your front side. There is one small zipper pocket on the front and another velcro one on the other side. In terms of storage, my least favorite part of the Jenny Vesta is that most of the storage is in the back. For anything major, you’d have to take the vest off to access it. However, so far I have been able to stuff those front pockets with lots of fuel and have not had a problem. I really like using bottles because in races refilling a hydration pack is really a pain in the butt. I also like that it has two separate bottles so if necessary, I could put my coconut water in one bottle and water in another while also having a bladder on my back.

For the training run I filled both front bottles (20 ounces total) and then I used my old Nathan bladder (Ultimate Direction does not provide a bladder with the vest) on the back but only filled it with about a liter of water so that I wouldn’t have something too heavy on my back. The vest fits snug and is really comfortable. I have to say I love the way it fits, I almost forget it is on me most of the time. However, my bladder and tube is super old and it leaks and lately gives me difficulty when I try to suck the water out. Basically I have to use a lot of energy just to get a few drops of water to come out. I need to look into a replacement bladder.

Back to the run. It was a glorious day. I started out in my Athleta Swagger Skort with a tank top underneath a jacket. I knew that I would get hot eventually but I also knew that it would get really cold at various spots on the course, mostly by the river.

At mile 10 a group of us came down this hill where in years past it would have been a stream crossing but the bed was dry. The rocks and roots however were a little slick. I either tripped or slipped (not sure which) and in an effort to right myself I “twerked” my body and in doing that, I felt something go ‘pop’ in my back on the lower right hand side. Everyone asked me if I was okay because it was pretty clear I was about to go down hard if I had not tried to regain my balance. In the moment, I felt okay. The back felt a little weird but okay to keep running. I knew in my head that this would hurt later, I just assumed it would be the next day.

I just kept running. I was feeling really good. My pre run fueling has really been great lately. I don’t feel that I need to change that in any way so far. I did stay out too late the night before so I was feeling perhaps a little tired but I felt that I was keeping up a decent pace and running with some of the stronger runners.

Soon the sun started poking through the trees on what is a beautiful single track that meanders through the woods. The trail is a significant mix of down hill and flats. So much so that at certain points I was craving an uphill for the opportunity to walk!

The event organizers even provided the runners with an aid-station and when I approached there was quite a group hanging out eating snacks. I really wanted to avoid the aid-station fare as I want to experiment with my own fuel. So I slowed to a bit of a walk and just walked right through the aid-station knowing full well that those fast people I saw would eventually fly by me on the trail.
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Again the trail consisted of easy-going down hills sections and I was flying right with it. Eventually I did come to an uphill, around mile 18 and boy the wheels start falling off the bus at this point.

I was already going through some highs and lows being by myself on the trail. Not that I don’t mind running solo and sometimes I often prefer it, my low back was starting to speak up a little and it was just playing on my mind as to when it would really start to scream.

Mile 18 and the uphill it screamed. I could feel it as I was hiking up the hills. Low and tight and definitely hindering my range of motion in my hip. I just sort of ignored the sensation and tried to tell myself that I could make the remaining miles back without any issues.

Then, for the first time ever on a trail run, I felt nauseous. I was fueling with my new favorite fuel, Picky Bars (broken into pieces) and chewing on ginger chews in between. I had taken some salt even as the temps were warming and I had sweat a lot early on from wearing my jacket for a bit too long. I had used up both 10 ounces bottles on my vest and was now using my hydration pack. Which like I mentioned earlier, does not come out easily.

At this point I kept focusing on the numbers on my Garmin. Every time it beeped I would mentally say “ok now I only have 5 miles left.” When your head is in that realm, it can make even the shortest run agonizing. Most of my runs have been with Pigeon and as her pacer-in-training, I am generally focused on reading her demeanor and cues out on the trail. I even do it subconsciously on some runs when we’re out just having a good time. This run it was all about me focusing on me. That is a rare thing when you are mother. When you have kids, a husband and job(s) you are always planning, predicting and worrying about some one or something else. I’ve never just stopped and had time to think about me for that long of a period in the middle of no where with no one else around me.

I pushed the nausea aside, popped a ginger chew (which helped) and just kept on trucking. When my Garmin beeped with mile 20 I did a little dance in my head. I had reached what SHOULD have been my training run distance and whatever else came after was purely bonus miles. 3 hellish bonus miles but still bonus.

Miles 20 to 21.5 were out right tough. I would alternate at this point from walking and running whether there were any hills or not. I came across Lily and her friends and that was a little bit of a boost. When I heard the cars on Highway 49 I about screamed for joy as that meant I would cross the highway and be on my way to the finish area … but I had to survive the grueling up hill section that leads back to the Cool fire-road.

By the time I reached the parking lot I was toast. Coach Nikon was the first to greet me and his booming voice and smiling face always makes any run better. I quickly changed, did a poor job of stretching, downed my recovery drink and hopped in the car just as everyone else was trickling in, drinking beers and taking advantage of the free massages (which I did not know about until later).

On the drive home I put my seat heater on even though the temps outside were rising. I thought the heat on my back and hamstrings might help loosen things up a bit. When I got home I immediately made a green smoothie that I could bring to work and hopped in the shower letting the warm water pound my lower back.

I threw on some compression socks and raced out the door to work. I had little time to think about how I was feeling or taking account of how my body was feeling. While at work they stationed me at the register which was kind of nice as I didn’t have to move too much. 🙂

Overall, I am proud of myself for finishing those 23 miles although I really didn’t have much of a choice as I had to get back to my car. It has been a while since I have struggled on a run like this and I think that you need to travel through these “lows” to get stronger. I won’t lie and say that I am not nervous now for what the race will bring in March. I do know that despite how I am feeling, just putting one foot in front of the other, even if it involves walking/hiking, will still get me to the finish.

Happy Trails!

~Trailmomma